I am not very harmonious, perhaps, I never am; and I wander now and then from the tune; but it is good enough for the stalking geese, my only audience, except a ragged jackass, who, moved by my example, lifts his nose and gives vent to a lengthy bray of infinite yearning.
I am half-way home now.

I have reached the wood--Brindley Wood; henceforth I am not very likely to forget its name.

The path dips at once and runs steeply down, till it reaches the bottom of the dell, along which a quick brook runs darkling.

In summer, when the leaves are out, it is twilight here at high noonday.

Hardly a peep of sky to be seen through the green arch of oak and elm; but now, through the net-work of wintry twigs one looks up, and sees the faint, far blue, for the loss of which no leafage can compensate.